04/03/2025
A Poem for the Funeral Profession
The Heart That Cares
In quiet halls where echoes fall,
We walk with grace through grief’s long hall.
Not just with tasks, or suits we wear,
But hearts that hold the weight of care.
We meet the eyes where tears reside,
We guide the lost, we stand with pride.
No pageantry, no need to boast,
We serve with love when it matters most.
From gentle hands in rooms so still,
To listening ears and steadfast will,
We carry stories, names, and years,
We soften sorrow, calm the fears.
It’s not the marble, not the gold,
But how the grieving hand is held.
The kindness in a steady tone,
That makes no one feel left alone.
So let them say we tend the dead,
But it’s the living we’ve always led.
For in each moment that we share,
Our greatest calling is to care.
~Frankie~
